So I made the mistake of reading the paper again this morning. Silly, silly me. Anyway, there's this beautiful historic house in New London (which is where I live). It's kind of fallen into disrepair. The neighbors complained about it and the inspector finally came in (who should have come in a long time ago) and ordered that the house be repaired. The owner refuses. He's almost 70, but don't let that fool you. He's not some old decrepit man. Anyway, he refuses to repair the house because it would cost $300,000 to do so and only $32,000 to WRECKING BALL it. So that's his decision. He applied for a permit to demolish this beautiful historic house. The Historical Society got a delay of 90 days and are trying to reason with him. People have offered to buy the home from him and said that THEY will repair it. The owner says selling isn't an option. And why?
Because he doesn't want someone else fixing it up and making the neighbor that complained happy.
WTF? There's a name for that. In fact, there's probably a few. I'm going to go with selfish bastard for now, only because the other words in my head are SO not appropriate for civilized conversation.